Jay Z And Linkin Park Numb Encore Mp3

YeahThank you, thank you, thank you, you're far too kind! (Whoo!)Ah, uh, whoo, yeah! Ready?Whoo, whoo, whoo!(Can I get a encore, do you want more?)Cookin' raw with the Brooklyn boySo for one last time I need y'all to roarUh, uh, uh, uh (Yeah)Now, what the hell are you waiting for?After me, there shall be no moreSo for one last time, nigga, make some noiseGet 'em Jay!Who you know fresher than Hov'? Riddle me that!The rest of y'all know where I'm lyrically atCan't none of y'all mirror me back, yeah, hearin' me rapIs like hearin' G. Rap in his prime, I'mYoung H.O., rap's grateful dead'Bout to take over the globe, now break breadI'm in Boeing jets, Global ExpressOut the country but the blueberry still connectOn the low but the yacht got a triple deckBut when you young, what the fuck you expect? Yep, yep!Grand openin', grand closin'God damn, your man Hov' cracked the can open againWho you gon' find doper than himWith no pen, just draw off inspira-tion-tionSoon you gon' see you can't replace him-himWith cheap imitations for these generationsEncore, do you want more?Cookin' raw with the Brooklyn boySo for one last time I need y'all to roarUh, uh, uh, uh (Yeah)Now, what the hell are you waiting for?After me, there shall be no moreSo for one last time, nigga, make some noiseWhat the hell are you waiting for?Look what you made me do, look what I made for youKnew if I paid my dues, how will they pay you?When you first come in the game, they try to play youThen you drop a couple of hits, look how they wave to you (Look how they wave to you)From Marcy to Madison SquareTo the only thing that matters in just a matter of years (Yeah)As fate would have it, Jay's status appearsTo be at an all-time high, perfect time to say goodbyeWhen I come back like JordanWearin' the 45, it ain't to play games with youIt's to aim at you, probably maim youIf I owe you I'm blowin' you to smithereensCocksucker, take one for your teamAnd I need you to remember one thing (One thing)I came, I saw, I conqueredFrom record sales, to sold-out concertsSo, motherfucker, if you want this encoreI need you to scream, 'til your lungs get sore (Come on)I'm tired of being what you want me to beFeeling so faithless, lost under the surfaceDon't know what you're expecting of mePut under the pressure of walking in your shoes(Caught in the undertow, just caught in the undertow)Every step that I take is another mistake to you(Caught in the undertow, just caught in the undertow)And every second I waste is more than I can take!I've become so numb, I can't feel you thereBecome so tired, so much more awareI'm becoming this, all I want to doIs be more like me and be less like youI've become so numbCan I get a encore? Do you want more? (More, more, more)I've become so numbSo for one last time I need y'all to roarOne last time I need y'all to roar